chef!sae who has a habit of saying ‘behind’ when passing by you in the kitchen. at first you didn’t think anything of it because he must have picked it up from work, but later when he would linger behind you for a bit too long, looking over your shoulder, sometimes even placing his hands firmly on your hips.
“behind,” he says, and again instead of walking off to wherever it was he was headed, sae places his hand on your hips and nuzzles his noes into the crook of your neck.
you let out a soft giggle when the lip of his noes tickles your skin. “uh sae…” your words trail off and your hands freeze on the spot so you don’t accidentally chop a finger or two off.
“mmmhmm,” he croons.
“i don’t think you’re supposed to do this when you say that.” you say, a bit unsure and distracted as he kissed from the side of your neck down to your sternal notch, fingers inching up under your shirt playing with the hem of it.
he raises an eyebrow but doesn’t stop sucking on your skin. “really now?”
“pretty sure.” you giggle again when his noes brushes up against a particularly ticklish spot.
“i’ll stop than,” he says, slowly pulling his lips away from your neck, and his hands from your waist.
but you’re quick to protest, “i didn’t say you had to stop.”
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xunxjustxjusticex said: “ nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you . ”
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..................--CRACK!!!!
If Sae didn’t know any better, she’d have been CONVINCED her heart was ACTUALLY BREAKING. But even with such an act being a metaphor her chest STILL. FUCKING. HURT. Felt like an anvil had been dropped upon it -- Crushing her sternum completely. Organs included. That was why she COULDN’T BREATHE. Why her heart KILLED. And yet still... There was a nasty little STAB from the inside of her own skull. BETRAYED BY HER OWN CONSCIENCE. -...Is this NEWS TO YOU?- It said. -...No.- Sae replied. It wasn’t news. But she had a sneaking suspicion that only made it hurt EVER MORE SO. “Nothing makes you sadder...?” Maybe she could’ve taken that as a POSITIVE had she treated Makoto better. Influence of emotions were a RARITY. And it was true that the only girl important enough to make her feel BAD was Makoto Niijima. But it wasn’t just about LIFE’S EMOTIONS between the two of them right now. No... Makoto wasn’t sad because sometimes Sae wasn’t PERFECT and that HURT Makoto. No. There was no way it was because of THAT. -No. No. No.- Her little sister was sad because her elder sibling and legal guardian had spent years NEGLECTING & ABUSING HER. And now that Makoto had found someone who didn’t do EITHER of those things. Sae was OBSESSIVELY, POSSESSIVELY -(PSYCHOPATHICALLY.)- exerting the will she had ALWAYS HAD over Makoto’s happiness to tear her away from that certain someone. And reclaim Makoto’s bleeding emotions as HER OWN. In short...
᪤ itoshi sae x reader ╱ sae looks and comes off as someone who doesn’t care much. but when he’s proposed with a question like that, he can’t help but let his facade cripple…
“what would you do if i died?” the question came off all to calm from your mouth. sae turns his head over to look at you from his side of the bed, confused as to why you’d ask such thing.
“what do you mean ‘died’?” he parrots. one eyebrow raised.
“you know what i mean,” you pause, turning yourself over to him and continuing. “like if something happened and i had died. what would you do? how would you react?” it was in the moment type of question, you didn’t mean for it to be all serious but things always are with sae.
“no, i don’t.” he states, still clearly confused why you were asking this. “are you implying something?” his brow rises even more, eyes scanning your face for something. anything.
“no no no no.” you let out a laugh. “i’m just asking.”
and for a second you think that maybe this wasn’t the greatest question to ask sae because now he won’t stop interrogating you until you give him a reason as to why this crossed you mind. but you try nonetheless, “you know what, forget it. goodnight sae, i love you.” you sae moving to kiss his cheek before turning around and getting comfortable.
and to your surprise he didn’t push further. no follow up questions, no nothing. he just said goodnight back and wrapped his hands around you settling his face into the crook of your neck.
how strange, you thought, the next morning when you woke up. usually, when you decide to ask sae some type of nonsensical question he always pressed forward for you to elaborate or at least give reasoning. but this time he just left it as is.
you couldn’t get it off your mind, you stood in the kitchen with your mug of coffee before you on the counter; palms plastered on either sides of it with your eyes staring off into the distance ahead of you, completely zoned out.
until a pair of hands wraps around your waist pulling you completely out of your thoughts. “good morning.” he says, using one of his hands coming up to turn your head to the side to give you a kiss on the lips.
he awaits you to say it back but you never do, mind going back to the thought it was hung up on before. it was out of character for sae, unlike him at all. your mind keeps going to the thought of what is something happened?
“what’s wrong?” sae sought. moving to lean against the counter.
answering after a moment of hesitation, “oh, uh. nothing, i’m just tired. good morning.” you returned with a smile.
and without a second thought you decide to finally ask, “you didn’t answer my question last night.”
sae is faced with the question once more. and it wasn’t that he didn’t have an answer, he did. but sae doesn’t understand your need to pounder on such depressing things. he knows anything can happen at any given moment, but why think about that? “why do you want to know?”
“just ‘cause.” you say, before taking a sip from your coffee filled mug and then placing it back onto the counter and picking at your nails.
“okay.” he nods is acknowledgement. “my life would never be the same without you.” and he says it like it’s nothing. but that’s not true. sae never says anything without a thorough thought over, and that was the reason he didn’t give you an answer last night, nor push you to explain. it was because he spent half the night thinking about it and how his life would be destroyed without you there. “there, you got your answer. happy?”
“i am.” your words come off pleased but quite. sae moves his hands back to your waist manoeuvring you to stand in front of him. and he embraces you into a deep kiss.
he pulls away for a second, and whispers “now, don’t ask stupid things like that anymore.” before going back to kissing you.
᪤ itoshi sae x reader ╱ you turned up the thermostat, but maybe you shouldn’t have…
the nights get cold. really cold. and sae isn’t warm enough to cuddle up to and keep your feet warm rather than crystal cold, you need more, you can’t keep sleeping this way—half cold, half warm. it’s quite uncomfortable to say the last.
one night you’re laying on saes chest, wide awake, mind far from slipping into sleep, only one thought circling your mind; it’s not warm enough in here. sae isn’t warm enough. the thermostat is right on the opposite side of the bed by the door, just get up and turn up the heat, only a bit.
sae is the complete opposite of you. he prefers it cold, when you prefer it warm. but that’s why you have him here—to warm you up. his skin is mostly always hot—like your own personal heater. but how is he supposed to be your heater when he’s not nearly hot enough for how you like it?
you’ve tried everything to keep yourself warm at night as to not mess with the thermostat because that would put a furrow over saes brows. he wouldn’t be mad; annoyed, yes. uncomfortable, definitely.
maybe he’ll understand, perhaps. you are wary. even when you crawl out from underneath his arm, slip out of bed, and stare the thermostat in the eyes. so very tempting. it wouldn’t make that big of a difference if you turn it up just a bit. the smallest inch (it was not and inch), would it?
it did.
the next morning you’re laying in bed cuddled up in the covers, most comfortable you’ve ever been in bed you think. but this time sae was wide awake, something felt wrong. overbearing. sweating. he is sweating. it is in fact uncomfortable, annoying, his eyes is practically twitching if you looked close enough.
he decided to ignore it and just go take a nice cool shower instead of questioning it. he still had his suspicions while he was in the shower—the cool waterfall poured down his body. he thought about it during practice, and when he got home.
the thermostat, he thought.
“did you touch it.” it wasn’t a question, he already new you did.
you turn your head towards him from where you sat on the couch, confused. and asked “touch what?”
“the thermostat,” he says.
heat rushes through your face, and you feel guilt starting to poke at your chest. yes, i did. “no.”
you’re laying and he knows. and you know that he knows that you’re lying to him. he takes a step closer settling down onto the couch with you, eyes are deadlocked on yours. why are you lying, you have no reason too be lying. but something tells you he’s been irritated all day about the thermostat, probably angry. and feeling the wrath of saes anger is not something you particularly want to feel in this very moment.
he rises his brow, “are you sure?”
you never were a good liar. “no,” you admit.
sighing, he looks down at his lap for a moment and then back up at you. “if you’re cold tell me, okay?”
your forehead falls into the side of his shoulder and your hand grab at his forearm. you are a little too embarrassed to say anything directly to his face. “…okay.” the words leave your mouth in a sigh of relief.
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᪤ itoshi sae x reader ╱ he annoying on purpose, and you’re frustrated because you can’t seem to out smart him. this time at least…
“you’re being mean, sae.”
“i’m being honest.”
you pout your bottom lip at him. “well, it’s mean, i don’t want to talk to you anymore if this is what you have to say.”
“so, you’re uninterested in hearing the truth?” he’s not falling for your fake act of innocence, it’s a mask you wear well, and he knows it.
“that’s not what i said,” your glare at him.
he looks at you, face unchanged—just like at the start of this conversation about 30 minutes ago. “then, what did you say?”
you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest, “sometimes, telling the truth hurts, so you need to lie,” you pause. you know sae doesn’t lie, if anything he hates lies; whether they are spoken from his or anyone else’s mouth. “it’s not good, but maybe i need to hear it.”
“i don’t lie,” he says, and his voice is so contradicting you resist the urge to push him off the couch.
you think for a moment, he’s good with comeback to your every word intended to antagonize him further(most attempts failing miserably), so you need to counter him with something he couldn’t disagree with. so smart, you think. “so, if i’m overthinking whether i’m pretty or not, and maybe that day i don’t look my best, and i ask you what you think, you’re going to tell me i’m hideous?”
“hideous is not the word i would use,” he says quickly, and nothing more letting the words sting for a brief second. your mouth falls slack and you grab at your chest—offended. but before you can speak he beats you to it, “and this a bad scenario to use because i think you look beautiful all the time.”
he’s got you again, not as smart as you’d like to be. but there’s always charm. among other things.
you’re frustrated nonetheless. “you’re actually impossible. do you even understand what i’m trying to tell you?!” you say in defeat.
“i do, i just think it’s stupid. why would i lie to you when that goes against the principles of how relationships work?” here he goes again with right and wrong, you’re so sick and tired of it. if you were to be honest nothing was right or wrong, really.
you pout again, genuinely this time. “well, telling a small white lie doesn’t break relationships up.”
“it could.” he’s quick, and it’s incredibly annoying. “what if i lie and it’s so convincing that you actually believe it?”
“well, then i’ll just have to kill you.” you say like it’s not the most obvious thing.
his brows raise and he looks shocked for a second, but you know it’s fake—just like your pout just a few minutes ago—only intended to make you furious and somewhat humiliated. “kill me? huh. okay then, i’ll be sure to keep that in mind for next time.”
you look at him and picture yourself reaching for his throat and squeezing so tight his face turns read and his pupils bulge, till the spark evaporates into nothing but grey doom. darkness of the unknown void that is death.
you stir your mind and say, “so, you’re going to be a normal person and lie to me when it’s necessary?” there was a sliver of hope in your gaze, but he quickly burst your bubble with a sharp blade.
“no, i don’t want to risk being killed.”
you whisper under you breath loud enough for him to hear, “i think i might just kill you now.”
professional pool player!sae who’s pressed up so incredibly close against you as you bend over the pool table to get a better look at your shot. sae was so nice when he offered to help you learn how to play, but now you can’t even think about that, all you can think about is how close he’s pressed up against you and how you can feel his every crevice and he’s breath is hot and heavy in your ear when he whispers what to do next…..
